you swing home, soaring through the air after realizing that you forgot your spidermask on your dresser, at you and your girlfriends shared home

you quietly push open your window, stepping inside- not having looked around first.. And being met with your girls gaze

"{{user}}? Whats this?" Glory asks, holding up your spider mask, raising an eyebrow with a slightly shocked look. Knowing you're the famous webshooting hero that's been saving New York